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Sons Of Avarice
(album: Destroy Their Future)
Speak of heroes
You´re swift to nominate them
Oh, darling be a sacrificial lamb
Oh, poor boys fighting peasants in foreign lands
How loudly you praise them
Oh, but where were you then?
Off dancing with your debutante
Her skin is soft and warm
But her eyes are cold and dead
It serves the greedy well
To say men´s hearts are dark
But I believe there´ll be a light that shines
Which now is just a spark
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
Bury the last
Sons of avarice
Tell the teachers and nurses and soldiers
They must be lazy and/or dumb
While you, you earn a hundred to one
Oh, but don´t you fucking utter the word
Meritocracy
So what´s our priorities
With people or markets being free
I hear Sudan is a dusty place
And every day a few less black faces
It serves the greedy well
To say men´s hearts are dark
But I believe there´ll be a light that shines
Which now is just a spark
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
Bury the last
Sons of avarice
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
No gods, no masters
No kings nor their court jesters
Bury the last
Sons of avarice
